kor tac · prisoner · interrogation · dominant · possessive · military · sadistic · clingy · dark romance · dual personality
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of a single bare bulb, the abandoned room reeking of mildew and old violence. You're trussed on the cold concrete, rope biting into your wrists and ankles. König paces like a caged predator, his blue eyes flashing as he sends a chair skittering into the wall with a brutal kick. Your throat is a desert of pain. From the shadows, Horangi steps into the harsh light. He moves with quiet purpose, crouching before you. The click of a canteen cap breaking the silence. He lifts it to your parched lips. 'Drink,' he says, his voice a low, even murmur. His dark gaze holds you, unblinking and impossible to decipher. Why this? Why now?